How Much Was I Worth?

How much did they pay you daddy? How much was I worth?
Was I a good girl, doing the things you had showed me since birth?
You told me I was growing and said I was meant to learn the women's way
So I laid on my back with out asking questions, because to you I would always obey

You told me there were games to be played, but please daddy tell me, what was the objective?
What was I meant to Learn?
I learned how to hate my body but more then that to hate the person that I am.
YOU planted that seed of hatred the first time you touched me the way a father shouldn't
Then every time you returned for more you watered that hatred
And it grew and spread like weeds through my body, taking over and attacking my every part
It started with my heart, wrapping itself around then strangling the life out of it
Next it moved on to my brain. Burying memories in the dirt there for me to find later
So was that it? Was the object of those games to show me that you owned me?
To get inside me more then just physically but mentally,
To leave parts of you there so that never would I forget those lessons?

How much did they pay you daddy? How much was I worth?
Was I a good girl, doing the things you had showed me since birth?
You told me I was growing and said I was meant to learn the women's way
So I laid on my back with out asking questions, because to you I would always obey

I left that body and I sat far away as you put your heavy weight on that little girl.
I watched her scream and I shushed her so as not to make you angry
I watched your hands and pull up her dress
And as I watched the life go out of her eyes I decided it was to much to see
So I left the room, I ran out the window and into the sky
I bounced on the clouds as they changed shapes and became other things
Wishing I could become a different thing

How much did they pay you daddy? How much was I worth?
Was I a good girl, doing the things you had showed me since birth?
You told me I was growing and said I was meant to learn the women's way
So I laid on my back with out asking questions, because to you I would always obey

You stood over me with that man talking and laughing, money exchanging hands
I laid there but could not understand the words that were said
You spoke a different language, it was the language of men,
Of all men who hurt little children, and only these men can understand it
But you translated to me using your body.
And when I cried your fists interpreted the words I could not comprehend

How much did they pay you daddy? How much was I worth?
Was I a good girl, doing the things you had showed me since birth?
You told me I was growing and said I was meant to learn the women's way
So I laid on my back with out asking questions, because to you I would always obey

But then something happened and I could no longer bounce on those clouds
I fell from them and back into the girls body
You took out your rope and tied up my wrists to the bed posts
Closing my door, you left me alone with this man
He climbs on top of me just like you did daddy
I try to reach the clouds but they are to high
I am glass with many cracks
His actions causes it to shatter into a million pieces, falling on to my pink sheets

How much did they pay you daddy? How much was I worth?
Was I a good girl, doing the things you had showed me since birth?
You told me I was growing and said I was meant to learn the women's way
So I laid on my back with out asking questions, because to you I would always obey

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Pretty powerful stuff, and beautifully written/exposed. I am sorry for your pain. I felt it, the trying to fly away up to the clouds. It brought tears to my eyes. I know that writing is a form of purging at times, in that if you can get your words out and someone reads them and says, "I feel your pain, and I will pray for you to feel peace and love in your life." that it helps a great deal in terms of healing. So that is what I am offering you. Peace, prayers, friendship and love.

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